He sighs. “I wish I knew the right thing to do.”
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Nothing.” Turning his head to the side, he runs the tip of his nose over my breast. “I want to kiss these.”
I quake in his arms when he looks up into my eyes.
“Tell me to stop.”
“No.” My quiet murmur has the effect of a bomb.
With a deep growl, his hand slides up, finding the triangle of my bikini top and easing it ever so carefully to the side, freeing my breast. I don’t know whether it’s the cold air in the room or the anticipation of what Xander might do to me next that has my nipple puckering, but it doesn’t matter. His tongue swirls around it, wet and warm, over and over again until I’m trembling in his arms. He turns his head and pulls the other half of my top to the side with his teeth. A low groan sounds in the back of his throat as he laps at the other nipple, making me writhe with pleasure.
He cups a breast in each hand, pushing them together. “I’m going to fuck these one day. Come all over your chest.” His filthy words cause an immediate response in my core, arousing me like no one has before—no one but him. It’s probably best if he doesn’t know what he does to me. Then again, maybe I’m not so good at hiding it.
Xander cups the back of my neck, pulling my face down to his. He kisses me deeply as he continues to touch my breasts. When our lips part, he catches my chin between his fingers. His eyes flash with desire. “Someday I’ll have these sexy lips around my cock, too.” He focuses his attention on my tits again, kneading them and flicking his thumbs over the nipples. He takes the left one into his mouth and sucks hard. With every pull, I feel a deep throb. With every dirty, whispered promise, I only want more.
What is he doing to me?
When Max shouts my name from the stairwell, I’m so drugged by Xander’s mouth on me, it barely registers, and if not for him, I’d have turned around to greet Max happily with my boobs hanging out of my suit.
Xander tucks me back into my bikini top and spins me around to sit next to him on the bed just as Max comes into view.
“What the hell happened? Someone said you jumped into the hot tub fully clothed, and Xander broke Justin’s face.”
“I—”
Xander lays a hand on my leg, staring steadily at Max. “Yes to both. And in case you were concerned, Justin’s been taken care of. He’s been warned.”
Max’s hands fist in his hair as he focuses on me. “What the fuck doesthatmean? Tell me what happened up here.”
I glance at Xander before I return my gaze to Max’s frantic face. “I’ll explain on the way home. I promise.” I don’twantto, but I will.
From beside me, Xander clears his throat. “Her clothes are still wet. I’ll see if Beau has something she can borrow for the ride home.” He gets up, cupping my cheek in his palm and dropping a kiss to the top of my head. He walks past Max, whose eyes are about to pop out of his head.
Max waits until Xander exits before blurting out, “The fuck? What? Why? When? I don’t understand. You’re with Xander now?”
“I swear I’ll explain everything eventually, but I’m really tired and have practice in the morning. Do you think you can take me home now?”
“But—” He shakes his head back and forth. “My brain is about to explode. What the fuck, Scarlett? First something happens with Justin, and I find you up here alone with Xander?”
I put a finger to Max’s lips. “I know. It’s freaking me out, too.”
He grits through his teeth, “I knew I shouldn’t have left you.”
“Xander didn’t do anything I didn’t want him to. Justin—” I suck in a breath. I can’t make myself tell Max that Justin was trying to rape me. “It was all Justin. And that bitch, Aria. If you want to be mad at anyone else, it’s her. I’m pretty sure that not only did she steal the bracelet”—I hold it up and wiggle my wrist to make it jingle—“but I also think she’s the one who actually invited me tonight. Not Xander. I bet if I ask Xander, he’ll confirm that the unknown number that the invitation came from is hers.” It suddenly hits me. “Oh, fucking hell.”
“What?”
“My phone. It was in my back pocket when I jumped into the hot tub.” I cringe. “Fuck!”
“Well, shit.”
“Yeah.” I put my head in my hands. “What a night.”
Xander walks back into the room holding a pair of athletic pants and a T-shirt. “They’re going to be huge on you. That dude doesn’t have anything small, and he didn’t want to piss his mom off by loaning out her designer clothes.”
I hold up a hand. “It’s fine. Thank you. Where are my clothes?”